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Archive for 18. June 2008
Sherrill, WB Tribute, and 2008 Magic
18. June 2008 by Orioles Fanatic.
Tonight was Wild Bill Hagy night at Camden Yards. There was only one appropriate way to honor him besides giving away t-shirts and that was by finishing the game with a come from behind win. If Jones had surrendered his number 10 jersey to Terry Crowley, and Crowley had driven in several RBIs, it couldn’t have been more reminiscent of those days of magic with Wild Bill leading us. What’s even better than the magic of the seventies is that this team, this year, is just as much fun to watch as they have ever been on the heels of one of their worst years ever (their worst year, surely?).
Each game offers something new too. Tonight I saw something that I swear is completely brand new. The Astros pitcher wasn’t happy with home plate ump Ed Hickox’s call and responded by making an aggressive gesture of sorts. It wasn’t “the Bird” or anything, but I can’t tell you exactly what it was since the viewing audience never had the pleasure to see it. I’d love to know actually because it so riled Hickox that he started for the mound! He had to be held back by the Astros catcher. It raises the question, can an ump be ejected for starting a fight and if so, who gets to eject him? Another ump? Trembley? If an umpire is ejected from the game are there backups?
Of course, there are other details about the game that are more exciting than a little umpire misconduct. The Orioles did great, Mora is a hero, I couldn’t love Luke Scott more, this team is definitely going to the World Series, yada, yada. Let’s skip ahead to talk about Sherrill. After Sunday’s game, I read that he admitted to having a tired arm. I was glad that there was an explanation. Let’s give the guy a break. After all, did you know that he has the second highest number of saves in the American League? He pitches every day, he’s going to have an off one, right?
Before tonight, I might have been wont to say something irrational and unforgiving like, “I don’t understand the game today. Savers pitch one inning. I don’t understand it.” Tonight however, I saw Sherrill in the dugout without his cap. Let’s just say it put everything in a whole new light. Earlier tonight, my husband and I had a little laugh when he nudged me with a wink about an upcoming event, “Sherrill giveaway day…” He’s heard me complain many a night and knows that I’d be more likely to set fire to a Sherrill t-shirt as an outlet for my torment than wear one.
But that was before. I’m a reasonable person and open to re-evaluating my position. I decided to give it a little more thought and you know, it turns out, I just might like to have that t-shirt. And maybe a poster. They still sell milk in Baltimore, right? Oh yeah. I’m on board.
Sherrill ended the game with a beautiful strikeout, the kind where, for all three strikes the batter whips the bat with an assured swing that only makes contact with air.

I’ll hug and squeeze him and call him George.
Cabrera HBP: 14. He didn’t pitch tonight, but he has the ability to increase his HBP count on his night off.
Note: Don’t worry, my husband lives what for him is the wretched experience of watching the Orioles every single night. He’s not troubled to read my endless blog entries about it. This will be our little secret.
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